...Come again? Did I even hear that correctly? Rosie? She was serious for once?? Well, I mean aside from the fact that she had her ways of torturing me with some kind of creepy aura that would make me question my sanity, Rosie never got serious. And yet, I knew that this was a different situation. A very different one.

Rosie continued to smirk for a moment. It looked liked she was looking over her handiwork that is my body. Totally not creepy at all, nope. I wasn't creeped out, no. I was still lost in a state of delirium. Whatever Rosie did was still in affect. She finally speaks, I could hear her clearly. "Hiya Chrissy. I bought you some slightly more comfortable clothing to wear, bras included!" "Hmm?" I asked back. My eyes dart to a single corner in the room, boxes and bags were stacked on top of one another. I could barely make out brand names like "Pink" and "Victoria's Secret,"  I was pretty sure that there were other brand names I was bound to see soon.. The smell of nail polish and makeup hit me stronger than usual. So the makeup, I'm fine with. But the nail polish was a no go for me and still is now.

"Your bust is bigger than I expected hon, that's a hassle." she says. "My whaa??" I said back, my face becomes a noticeable red coloring, I was blushing and didn't even know it. Couldn't get used to the idea of having breasts on my frickin' chest yet. I was flustered, flabbergasted, etcetera because I'm lazy when I want to be and detailed writing sucks sometimes.

"Let's get you dressed." she said. I couldn't fight against her. Again, Rosie was rather strong and I was stripped down almost instantly to nothing more than my uncomfortable boxers. I covered myself out of embarrassment and awkwardness. Rosie giggled at my actions, I glared right back at her. I didn't think it was funny at all, hmph.

So I'll spare you the awkwardness of what it took to finally get dressed and cleaned up to look a lot more decent and effeminate. It did not take that long though. As, need I remind you, I have cross dressed before. Still this was an off, gruesome ten minutes for me as I cringed at my own stupidity with each and every passing second.

My new look became something still tomboyish but less messy and with hidden details that held my gender identification in place. I was.. cute, I guess? Somehow my hair was untangled and I was able to let it flow cleanly in neat little curls.. 'She's done this before,' I thought. I came to that conclusion.

I settled back down in a chair and looked "up" at Rosie instead of slightly downward. "So let me explain in three words, I'm a witch."

I believed those words oddly enough. After what's happened to me? That's perfectly possible. I would have preferred that this was all an elaborate dream, but myself fusing with a female spirit would say otherwise. My body would say otherwise also. "Your mother is also a witch, you were set up by the both of us to become who you are now."

"Come again?" I thought I was losing my consciousness, going crazy! This couldn't be true. None of what she said was real, right?

Rosie giggles again. "Your mother has the death certificate if you want to see!" Her smile was scaring me. "Oh, and one more thing. The two of us bought you enough pads and tampons to last you long enough to get yourself together. Your uterus wants a baby but there is no baby to take care of. Good luuuck~"

"Wait, what? Hold on!" That's what I wanted to say. Too late, I could already feel my body getting heavy and my head becoming much lighter. Not again.

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The Next Day...

Hmph, this next part will suck for me. And of course, every other female on this planet who knows what lane I'm heading down... Into a fricking warzone.

You see everyone, I'm  past the age of puberty at this point. I went through it as a guy, it was not fun to say the least.

Oh, but what I'm about to tell you about now is why this story is PG-13. P E R I O D S, PMs, the devil's waterfall, WHATEVER TH F*CK YOU WANT TO CALL IT!!

My day began in the weirdest way I could ever imagine.. I awakened with a small puddle of my own blood up under me.... So okay, what was my reaction? Like, seriously?

Oh, nothing much at all. For one thing, I was instantly disgusted and weirded out at the same time. "Oh FRICK! GROSS!"

And then I fell out of bed. You know, typical behavior because my bed sheets have been soiled by my own blood.

Did I forget to mention that my bedroom has hard wood flooring? Yes? Well, oops but that landing I made hurt like hell. Especially since I landed on my side. "Hi floor, long time no see. You missed me, I see.." I groaned. "The feeling's mutual.."

Did I gain like, 30 pounds of weight or something? Me and that floor were almost having a makeout session as I struggled to make my way unto my feet. Mind you I am still unaware of a throbbing sensation that was exploding in my crotch and getting increasingly stronger. You see, in a state of morning delirium, sometimes your head is still in the clouds and trying to connect the dots.

My room has its own little bath/wash room (Whatever you want to call it), should have mentioned that earlier. It's all because of how my house is setup. I walked in to said room and came face to face with a sticky note on my mirror.

"Chrissy-poo: Don't freak out too much. Periods stink and you're going through your first one RIGHT NOW."

"Chrissy-poo?" I repeated. Mothers and those nicknames for their children, jeesh. Mine was "Chrissy-Poo" because of how much I pooped my diaper as a baby all the way up to 3 years old. And yet, I haven't been called that named very often after 3 years old. My mother only ever calls me that when I'm overly frustrated, sick, or in a lot of pain. Pulling the sticky note off of the mirror, I noticed words on the back of it. "Want to know what it will be like to have your period? When you still had a penis, picture your testicles being yanked, pulled on, and crushed repeatedly. Congrats, that's only part of the pain. Welcome to my world :)"

So this is the part where I gasped suddenly. Moaning and groaning,  I could only feel what could be described as a fire ant colony crawling about while stabbing everything sensitive on the inside of me and ripping away at my flesh. And then I felt a F*CKING FIRE being lit directly up underneath me.

"KILL ME! JUST KILL ME ALREADY!" I screamed while struggling to remain standing. A million thoughts run through my head. "I WANT TO GO BACK TO SLEEP! I'M F*CKING HUNGRY! DAMN THIS BATHROOM TO HELL! I DON'T WANNA LIVE!" That was only a few thoughts that ran through my head.. I don't know if I'm exaggerating or not. Still, I was very tired and already ready to kill something at the same time.

The battle between myself and balance only continues from there. My room is upstairs on a second floor in the house. Mind you, I can barely do anything at this point except be angry at nothing and try not to grind my teeth. The suffering just got worse. Ultimately, I said screw doing anything else other than concentrating on acting somewhat normal. Easier said than done when I had rage tears falling down my face. And my breasts, those things on my chest that I hated right then and there, felt so tender. That wasn't regular old sensitivity level, that was "TOUCH ME AND YOU DIE" level where I had to literally hold them in place in order to walk downstairs without crumbling in on myself.

Once downstairs I tried to walk as normally as I could. Into the kitchen, The kitchen greeted me with another note. "I'm glad you made it downstairs honey, but you could have at least washed your hands first." Ok simple enough, the back must have said something as well. And it did, as I suspected. "For breakfast I left you some dark chocolate chunk muffins and a banana. Chocolate is good, but the wrong kind is only going to make you suffer more."  I never really ate much for breakfast, and yet I felt as if I could eat my bed if you covered it with sugar and sprinkles.

She left me a half a dozen large muffins to devour and a banana. A sticky note was also visible on a strange looking object I've seen my mother with before but didn't quite know what it was for. "This is a pad. Figure out how to wear it and you will be fine for a while." And again, there was a message on the back. "Pad first before you eat. There is a change of pants and underwear waiting on you in the bathroom. Blood stains are hard to get out of my couch. Better not see any blood on anything we sit on!"

"Shut up, Mom." I grumbled like she was with me. In A rush, I forget about the cramps long enough to look at a convenient printed diagram taped to the bathroom mirror and get redressed in a pair of my mother's old sweat pants. Back to the food, I ate everything like my life depended on it. Which, it kind of did...

I sat on the living room couch, a heat pad and a blanket was conveniently already placed right next to me. The heat pad had another sticky note on it. "Enjoy your day, the couch and everything on it belongs to you. :)" Of course there were more words on the back. "We will talk when I come home from work, I promise. Junk food is in the entertainment center up under the TV. Watch movies, relax."

That was sweet of her, I guess. I mean, I still wanted to ask my mother so may questions and murder her for making me suffer at the same time. So uh, fun times and hormones. Yeah...

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Hey there, Chrisa here.. I cried and screamed way too much at the movies I watched that day. Fun ^-^ So how long does your period last again? I forgot by accident, not good.

Anyway, that was part 2. It's a hella long chapter, I know. But if I did not go through this I would not be female. Pushing the boundaries of PG-13 is fun! :D

Thanks for reading this chapter, see you next time. :3